how lucky you are to never know the pain
of being dispensable
you'll walk away unscathed
and remain your own individual
however i am left wayless
not a single direction safe
how do i know if i disarm myself
i won't be properly slain
the trust i once had in myself
slaughtered by the sharp edge of your love
in a world where perfection is a touch away
i accept i just won't be enough